Forgot a lighter which has so far led to 2 weddings and 5 kids?
In the first week of school, a buddy and I wandered around with beer and joints to various dorms but forgot a lighter. Asking around for one, we made a new friend. Fast forward a couple years, “new friend” let me know about a home for rent opening up. I rounded up some folks (including original buddy) and we rented it. Except one guy was gone for the summer. So, a gal came from out of town to live with there. We became friends, she fell in love and ended up moving here. Between her, her best friend and sister they’ve had 5 kids with partners mostly from that original friend circle.
So, if I had remembered a lighter way back in first year, we wouldn’t have put a house of folks together, wouldn’t have met gal and her pals and thus a few weddings and kids would’ve happened differently or not at all.
Okay, I think you win on the “insignificant decision” part of this question. That’s hilariously butterfly-effect. You tell the story well; I bet you’ve told it before.
Finally going to a doctor to get my tinnitus checked out. Long story short, it’s fucking brain tumors. Remember kids, don’t ignore health shit.
New fear unlocked, great
Hey fellow ignorer. Mine was a spinal tumor.
Schwanoma?
Oh no I got to be real special. It was leiomyosarcoma. I was a paramedic for years fell down some stairs once with a patient when I was younger. Had some torn muscles and all that. Went on with life for 30 years with “a sore back” all the time. Oh well. Young and dumb right. One day I kicked a kitchen chair leg passing by. Turns out I couldn’t feel my foot…or the the other one either. Within 6 months I was paralyzed chest down. They chopped it out and I got major radiation treatments that will probably give me cancer before I die. Fun times.
Moral of the story…get your shit checked out.
I did a show at the local theatre when I was 17. First time doing theatre. I had been homeschooled and sheltered my whole life for religious reasons.
Since then I’ve deconstructed my faith, learned I’m trans, have had sex without getting married gasp, tried drugs, came up with my own values and beliefs, all the usual stuff, and it can all be traced back to that small impulsive choice to do something that intimidated me and try theatre.
I mean, I’m sure I would’ve got out eventually but I’m happy things happened the way they did.
I took a first date call in the park cuz I didn’t want to stop hanging out with my friends, I saw a big dog walk past and say “dang that’s a big ass dog”, and the apologized for the cursing, turns out that’s what made my husband fall for me
